A Shack of My Own

So this happened:

I was feeling kind of shitty Friday night, so I was marathoning Amy Poehler’s Ask Amy, and this commercial came on which I think is hilarious because Ask Amy is essentially for children.

I’m amused because I was basically sitting in the dark in my underwear, kind of sort of crying about the turn my life has taken and the Gods of the Internet were like “this looks like a woman who needs luxury accommodations quickly and easily.” Like, I know that it was probably just reading all the cookies I got from ogling rich people’s houses on Curbed, or however that works, but I thought it was hilarious, so I tweeted about it.

Good to know that whatever fate this shitshow deals me, I will at least have the support of whoever runs the twitter for an upscale Manhattan real estate broker. That’s all that really counts, isn’t it?

We also saw Iron Man 3 this weekend. I’m already guilty about spending good money on a movie when I still don’t know if I’m about to get laid off, but I feel like sometimes you just need to escape into an action film. They’re so full of innocent hope that the impossible could just be possible if we were only wonderful enough. I think a person needs that when things are difficult.

You know, sometimes you just have to drag your iron man through the snow for a little bit (don’t trip, it’s in the trailer), but you’ll be back on your feet soon enough. I know Tony Stark is a super genius and I’m just a fat whore but we do actually have some things in common. For example, we both suffer from insomnia. We’re both brunettes, and we’re both to some extent fictional characters. And No, I’m not going to think of the emotional implications of believing I could prevent bad things if I were just smart enough, cool enough, or possessing of enough firepower. That’s not what were doing right now.

Anyway, no spoilers but my one major complaint about any movie with women in it is how the writers so frequently use the irrational behavior and/or demands of female characters instead of actual writing in order to advance the plot. Can we please fucking stop this? For real, Pepper Potts is just a screaming plot device this entire film. If it weren’t for her, the movie would have been great. And it’s not like it would have taken that long to figure out some other, better motivation for half the shit Tony does than “well, my girlfriend said…” It pisses me off so much. If you don’t want spoilers, don’t click this link behind which I talk about my growing hatred for Pepper Stupid Potts. I can’t believe she’s named after my dog.

Who’s the best Pepper?

P.S. You probably noticed that I still don’t know if I’m going to get laid off. To my knowledge I am still employed thus far, and in fact may be employed for this entire week without knowing if it’s me on the list. Since I already had some really great getting laid off contingency plans, as well as some not getting laid off contingency plans, hearing that I may not know for at least one more week was basically the worst news I could have gotten. One more week of not knowing and not being able to do anything but impotently apply for jobs that never call me back. I’d be really frustrated if I weren’t almost completely numb. I can’t possibly deal with this stress any longer.